The Corruption Dragon God: Lust System Chapter 578-I-I don't need your pity...

Surprise was impossible for Qingyi to conceal as the goddess boldly took the lead, sealing her lips with his own.

That brief connection endured for merely one second and progressed no farther.

At once, Auranys drew away, her face flushing deeply while she turned aside, evading Qingyi's direct look.

A vivid crimson spread across her marble-like skin, and her eyelids fluttered shut for a moment.

Auranys, the revered goddess of light and justice, had long been among the most admired figures in the resistance.

But now, she bestowed her inaugural kiss and caress upon a man she had vowed to eliminate.

Ignoring her swirling inner turmoil, Qingyi gently brushed away the tears from Auranys' cheeks before drawing her into an embrace, his eyes shifting to her status display.

[Name: Auranys

Age: 13,749,984

Corruption: 3/100

Chastity: Intact

Lust: 2%

Talent: Unparalleled genius

Reward: Extremely High

Spiritual roots: None/Primordial Level Mana Heart

Mana Manipulation: Twelfth ring (fallen from (access denied))

Traits: Faithful, the blade of justice and redemption, fallen goddess,

divine mommy, divine tightness.]

'Nearly fourteen million years...!' Qingyi swallowed hard, struggling to accept what he saw.

The revelation of her Primordial level mana heart—a stage beyond his knowledge—barely registered as startling.

To mortals, a century felt like an entire existence; a millennium, an endless span.

For mighty cultivators, a hundred thousand years marked a full life, while a million years defied comprehension.

Surviving such an immense duration, especially while preserving one's mind intact...

Only the most elite of elites could accomplish that feat. "This realm is about to crumble..." Auranys murmured, gazing toward the distant skyline—the remnants of her once-majestic city, the core of the domain she had governed alongside vast planetary realms and billions of devoted followers.

Watching it plummet into the void was a heartbreaking sight.

Qingyi remained silent, his gaze trailing hers while his palms rested lightly on her waist.

The caution reached his ears, yet he showed no intent to depart.

"What befell you? Your strength didn't simply vanish without cause, right?"

"No..." Auranys' features twisted into a pained grimace.

"I constructed this sanctuary to evade the celestial order forged by that cursed golden fiend, though it severely restricted my influence over the lower realms.

Attempting to aid Lucian in slaying you exposed the energy thread linking me to him, drawing the heavens' assault upon it.

Expending every ounce of remaining faith to shield myself left me vulnerable, and that vile swine seized the chance to breach my sacred domain without delay."

"I understand." Qingyi inclined his head.

His palms shifted subtly, descending to Auranys' knees and easing beneath the hem of her gown.

Fingers glided over her smooth, velvety skin, savoring its exquisite tenderness and inviting heat.

Auranys shut her eyes in mortification, her grip tightening on his shoulders.

The sensation... it was pleasurable.

Excessively so.

A smile curved Qingyi's lips as he noted her corruption inching upward, her wings fluttering and enfolding both of them protectively.

"I've been curious about your flavor," he breathed softly, his hands at last arriving at Auranys' bosom beneath the fabric before firmly kneading them.

"Nghnn~~" A soft cry escaped the goddess, her nails pressing into his shoulders as her spine curved backward.

"My permission for you to love me didn't extend to this—"

Before her words could fully form, Qingyi had already nestled his face amid her breasts.

Her scent evoked an ocean of roses—so intoxicating that mere proximity could unhinge any man's senses.

Qingyi withdrew his hands from under Auranys' attire, lifting his head just a bit.

The material of her garment bore faint dampness, so sheer that the outline of her swollen, rosy nipples appeared, erect peaks pressing visibly against the cloth.

Auranys caught his stare, faltering as she fought to dismiss it, and more importantly, to suppress the growing warmth pooling between her thighs.

This was longing.

She recognized it clearly, yet resisted acknowledging it. As a divine entity, an emblem of unending virtue.

How could longing stir within her for Qingyi?

"I won't claim your chastity until you're prepared," Qingyi assured her, meeting her gaze steadily.

Auranys bowed her head, striving to temper the shy flush dominating her expression.

Her slender, graceful fingers trailed down to her décolletage, adjusting until her breasts aligned with Qingyi's visage.

"I don't require your sympathy..." She parted her dress, baring those ethereal, ivory mounds in their full splendor, overwhelming his view with their immense allure.

The striking youth seized them, pressing them close while marveling at the flawlessness of those ideal spheres, his digits vanishing into the lush softness, the cleavage between the massive breasts forming a profound, alluring chasm.

A single grasp transported Qingyi to paradise, as though that flesh dissolved beneath his hold.

His mouth opened, and he captured one swollen, rosy nipple between his lips.

Qingyi suckled gently, reveling in the whimper that slipped from Auranys' mouth.

His tongue teased the tender bud, his palms roaming her breasts like he aimed to draw forth her essence, their perspiration easing the motion.

After a further instant of nursing, a flow emerged at last—milk, pristine, silky, and ivory, flooding Qingyi's mouth.

The youth stiffened, his frame quivering, the hold on those enormous sacred breasts intensifying.

It was... exquisite.

Yet more than that.

So saturated with mana that claiming it as condensed mana essence rather than godly milk would have rang true for him.

As Auranys' right breast yielded its nectar to Qingyi's lips, her left, beneath the persistent caress and unyielding grasp of his hands, released a stream of the flawless pale fluid.

"I-is that milk?" Auranys stuttered, utterly stunned.

Throughout her vast existence, she had never anticipated lactating, not even in motherhood.

A torrent of bewildering feelings washed over her visage, but ultimately, just one lingered.

A peculiar, soothing warmth.

The unease from Qingyi's milking faded swiftly, and soon, hushed gasps began to spill from her lips as she drew the youth nearer, urging him deeper into her bosom.